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Lonnie loved practicing her forging skills in the real world, she'd always found it amazing how differently people would perceive her if she pulled her hair back versus leaving it free to do as it would, or if she wore a scarf versus a tie. For that matter any style of dress over any other. She liked playing to that kind of expectation and then doing something that people would see as 'out of character' for someone they'd already pigeonholed.
Right at that moment she was perched at one of the tables in front of a corner cafe, looking the part of a student, clear glasses halfway down her nose, looking like reading glasses, since she made sure to look through them whenever she jotted something down in her notebook, looking over the tops of them as she observed passers-by. She had a wide, colorful scarf to hold her hair down, keeping it out of her face. She was wearing broken-in corduroys and a t-shirt with a recycle logo and the slogan 'Recycle or Die'
She'd had enough practice that her gaze never lingered on any one person for too long, drifting across them as if they were part of the scenery, and only occasionally looking up from her notes unless it was to sip at her coffee or nibble at her muffin. She'd been there a while and the coffee was only half gone and the muffin was mostly picked to pieces, but she wasn't quite ready to move on just yet.
(Real world, some big city, feel free to recognize her, she's probably worked with a lot of people)
Right at that moment she was perched at one of the tables in front of a corner cafe, looking the part of a student, clear glasses halfway down her nose, looking like reading glasses, since she made sure to look through them whenever she jotted something down in her notebook, looking over the tops of them as she observed passers-by. She had a wide, colorful scarf to hold her hair down, keeping it out of her face. She was wearing broken-in corduroys and a t-shirt with a recycle logo and the slogan 'Recycle or Die'
She'd had enough practice that her gaze never lingered on any one person for too long, drifting across them as if they were part of the scenery, and only occasionally looking up from her notes unless it was to sip at her coffee or nibble at her muffin. She'd been there a while and the coffee was only half gone and the muffin was mostly picked to pieces, but she wasn't quite ready to move on just yet.
(Real world, some big city, feel free to recognize her, she's probably worked with a lot of people)